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Hey Kusa, do you dare
To flirt with our artistic flair? ;D
We just need Jaftua in here
Then we'll be good for tonnes of cheer. X3

To Dark, I understand your strife
I often question this strange life.
What for do we deserve our pain?
All human kind has gone insane,
As one great Doctor once has said.
Why can't our kindness be more spread?

But once again, I do digress
And bring up things that would depress
Those of a softer heart, like me
I'm very good at that lately. xp

*ahem*

The way I've learned to rhyme so well
Has come from reading an arsenal
Of strange books that tickle the mind
And in one I had an excellent find.
A poem, a full two pages long
Disguised as a story as you went along.
Every line had it's rhyme
But still each sentence did combine
With completely proper english grammar
Which gave it a luminous glamour,
For it was unique.
I have never seen a thing the like to that story, so to it's scheme I tend to cling, I guess, stealing it's glory.
Man, I'm such a sneak. razz

Curious thoughts of time once dreamed, a memory buried deep, of time to be.
A single line, jogs memory, embedded in the very soul, it all floods back to me
This time and space, I was meant to be, Stranded on a thread of reality.
A poem is just a ramble, unless the meaning flows through.
l offer you this, just because it rhymes does not make a poem true.

Poems and stories you take pride in describing,
And they're all of a language that we love transcribing,
For that sweet rhyming rhythm that flows with our passions
Is all that one needs to have joys of all fashions.
But worry you shouldn't about such depression.
Though sadness is baffling, it's not a transgression.
For void of all sadness there'd be no more pleasure,
And pleasure, with happiness, is quite a treasure.

Just think, for a moment, of a life with no squawking,
A more rhythmic existence where rhyme did the talking.
What a world that would be, with such flow and such poise;
It would certainly help to block out all the noise.
Yet sometimes I imagine our own dear ATG
Is that world in a way, though the rhyming is free,
And the people within it are happy, intriguing.
This reality really can be quite fatiguing,
So I often flee to this sanctum of fiction
And attempt to resharpen my poor skills of diction.

A time once gone comes never again,
Just as ink flows not back into the pen.
A memory that waxes and wanes,
Though sometimes a comfort can often bring pains.

Adrift now in mind and place,
Feeling cut from the bulk of the race,
One cannot but feel the pressing weight
Of a cursed deadline's date.

While comfort comes from those around,
Still too tightly is the tension wound.
As time is wasted here and there,
This price I pay is procrastination's fare.

EDIT: And worry not, gentle fellows, at the words we now speak,
For I am certain that they will soon reach their peak.
For we all know that some fool is going to try to rhyme orange, or similar things,
Despite the rest of our certain misgivings.

I wrote in haiku
but it seems no one noticed. crying
Poems need not rhyme.

Gen'rally speaking,
I much prefer limericks.
They're more fun to write.

I went on a spree
full of limerick writing
when I gave out gifts.

Anonymously,
back in the gift-giving thread.
I think Jaft did, too.

A thespian mayhap,
Or one who dons the writer's cap?
Such prose is oft more suited,
As those in poetry tend to be diluted (Or perhaps deluded?).

And a haiku is good, Tae,
Despite our overlooking it today.
It is a moment of insight,
Captured in the mind's light.
Forgive our unnecessary speech,
As we seem to tend to preach.

Sorry... I got Karried away.

How's everyone this evening.

And Tae, I'm hurt.. I noticed. crying I did a huge unit on Haiku last year...

Bass, I've seen your story-writing abilities. One need not rhyme with such eloquence as yours.